Shapes are hidden by the wind,
figures disappear in a whirl.
Underneath the settled dust,
Lies a people free from fear.
Yet still the days are colder,
Than the abundance lying beyond.
Heaven has opened briefly,
But has left us hanging on.
The sun smiles upon the earth,
the trees reply with glee.
Under my feet, the earth's warmth
Stirs me to walk forward on.
As the end approaches me,
The air crisp, brushing my face,
Bringing to mind the days past
And the glory they have shared.
a.
25.9.09
That's beautiful ames. Really. It's great.
ReplyDelete